He has worked his way so deep into my heart, and planted him self like a seed, and this pain when the seed breaks ground and flowers, the pain of a love so intense, is like a birthing, of a new star out of nebula. The sweet that makes the bitter go down. As he kisses my tears of joy, tasting the salt of my hearts truth upon his lips, his roots have grown into to my aorta, reaching through my ventricles, I would have to cut my hearts from my chest, to not know the sweet pain of this love I would have to no longer know life in this form, and even still, when birthed from my nebula I would hope to be the sun he orbits.















